Could you go any slower?. You're such a church goer. Got the home field advantage. And all that you can manage. Is to stay home drinking. The thought of it is bringing me down.
Through the remains I have been sorting. Seeking refuge underneath fluorescent skies. An apocalypse of pity. I know she is safe and building her disguise.
We all love a millionaire. On the radio, with a great video. And all the orchestration backing up your screaming guitar. How'd you make it this far?. .